a so-called "delusion"A Poem by a pas-tel tin/ted sur_realityyet another poem about a fun psychological condition...don't worry about me, guys, this is just a creative exercisewhy why have i been subjected to this unable to die lacking a stomach what sin did i commit no matter what the doctor tells me, he's wrong "if you don't eat, you'll die!" bullshit i can't die, why doesn't he understand that? and even if i could, i don't need to eat, i don't have all my organs and yet he claims there's nothing wrong with me, that it's all in my head how can nobody see things the way i see them? it's so clear to me i've been eternally damned i can't die i don't need to eat it's that simple, and yet they still try to force food onto me, as if that will change anything i've spent a blasted week inside this hospital this hospital that i have no need to be in every day, my vision gets blurrier the light grows dimmer but i still don't eat i don't need to eat i can't die i don't need to eat i can't die i don't need to eat i can't d i e the light eventually goes out
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